Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.